Thank You

Thank You

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Excerpt: A young boy around my age came up from around the corner. He had short dark brown hair and was a few inches taller than me. I stopped in the middle of my words. I looked at Sam and then back at the boy. "Who's that?" I asked. An uneasy feeling tingled up my spine. Like how it felt when I was near the archangels or the Princes of Hell, when I was near someone powerful.
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Sam's heart beat rapidly as he continued struggling against the ropes. He flipped his hair out of his eyes as Benjamin continued, "I told you that I wanted Jack... and I intend to get him." "That's never going to happen!" Sam argued. Benjamin shrugged. "We shall see." He glanced down at a watch on his wrist. "In about two minutes, you're going to pass out and forget all about this conversation happening. In about twelve hours, you're going to start to feel the affects of the poison kick in." Sam's eyes widened at Benjamin's words as fear arose. "But you won't know what is happening," Benjamin went on. "After twenty-two hours, you will fall ill, in which, you--or rather-- your brother, will have two hours remaining to bring me Jack." He paused. "Or else you die." Sam cleared his throat. "And how is he supposed to do that if I don't even remember I've been poisoned?" Benjamin shot a finger into the air. "Ah, yes! I almost forgot. When you reach twenty-two hours, you will start to remember our meeting. Only by then, you will be too sick to do anything about it." As Sam stared at Benjamin, his head began to feel heavy as his vision blurred. His eyelids slowly began to close as his head bobbed. "Tick-tock," came Benjamin's distant voice. "Your timer has started." DISCLAIMER: I don't own the supernatural characters! Just the game mentioned and a few characters!

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